Monday, January 16, 2012
I hate it.
It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas. Only it's January 16th.
If this had happened around Christmastime I would be happy - ecstatic, even. But now?
Not even a little bit.
In fact, I'm hating the snow.
Because tomorrow is OUR DAY. You know what day I'm talking about... The day that every pregnant woman looks forward to almost as much as the day her freshly baked baby is born...
**The day we find out the gender!**
What does this have to do with the snow?
Well, given that we live an hour and 10 minutes away from my doctor's office and our ultrasound appointment is at 8:15am (I was trying to help out my husband's work schedule when I made the appointment a month ago) and there's no sign of the weather getting any better (super slick roads this morning and we wouldn't exactly be leaving at the ideal time of day for that kind of road travel) - I'm getting a little (seriously, I need a paper bag!) worried either we aren't going to make the appointment or that we're going to show up and the person who has the capabilities of telling us who our baby is won't make it there on time...
Am I worrying about stuff I have no control of? YES.
Will it all work out in the end? It always does (one way or another).
Am I still going to lose most sleep tonight? Definitely.
Is all this completely legit due to the fact that I'm pregnant and therefore have a valid excuse for pretty much any irrational behavior and/or emotional antics? Y.E.S.
So there you have it.
WHY I HATE THE SNOW.